True to his word, Tobias had two deluxe leather recliners brought to the training room, one for each end. I'm sitting in luxurious comfort, sipping my cold bottle of ginger ale to calm my somewhat upset stomach as Tobias, Brody, Ana, and I watch the transfers toss knife after knife at the targets, only to have them bounce off the wall again and again. I keep close watch on the 12 initiates before me, and I've yet to see anyone except Hector actually hit the target, which I guess makes sense. He's probably been throwing knives since he was a kid. After scrutinizing the others, I notice that none of them are holding themselves correctly in regard to the target.

"Four," I quietly say motioning him to come closer. He kneels beside me, obviously worried.

"Are you all right?" he asks. My eyes fly to Ana who is intently staring at us. She and Brody don't know our secret yet but I can tell that she's curious about our tardiness and the reason why I'm sitting down sipping ginger ale. A flicker of recollection flames in her eyes, and I imagine her remembering me sitting through a great deal of her own training in this very room when I was pregnant with Teags. We definitely aren't going to be able to keep this secret much longer. Too many people know or suspect.

"I'm fine," I murmur. I clear my throat before I continue. "Hector is the only one who's standing correctly." He looks over at the trainees and notices the variations in their positions.

"You are absolutely correct," he says with pride. "As usual."

"Everyone stop," Tobias calls out as he straightens to his full height. One by one the transfers turn and every eye falls on us. By the looks on their faces they had no idea Tobias and I were observing today. "I want all eyes on Hector." He frowns at being singled out, and it looks like he's biting back a snide comment. "He's the only one who's hit the target this morning. By all rights each one of you should have hit your target at least once by now. Hector, would you please demonstrate the proper stance and technique again for the others?"

"Yes, Four," he says, standing a little taller. He obviously wasn't expecting a compliment. I watch as Hector lines himself up with his target. He takes a deep breath, transfers a knife to his dominant hand, then as he releases his breath he releases the knife, sending it sailing toward the center of the target. If I didn't know better I would think Tobias taught him how to throw because he did almost the exact some ritual Tobias does every time he releases a knife.

"Thank you, Hector," Tobias says. "Everyone else, let's try it again." Weapons training has always been my favorite part of initiation. The fear simulations were terrifying, physically draining, and emotionally debilitating. And who looks forward to fighting until you can no longer physically take it. No, the weapons made me feel strong, alive. They still do. I don't even have to be wielding one during practice to feel the adrenaline surging throughout the room. It's contagious.

Brody, Ana, Tobias, and I watch for another half hour and the only two who haven't stuck the target are Maeve and Oliver. And not only have they not stuck it, they haven't even hit it. Maeve is lacking muscle mass quite like I did during my initiation so I understand her struggle. I lived it. But, on the other hand, Oliver's performance today is lackluster at best. It's a good thing Eric's no longer with us. He'd probably try to have Tobias throw knives at him just like he did will Al. The more I'm around Al's doppelganger the more he creeps me out. He's too much like Al to not be related to him somehow. The hair on the back of my neck stands up as I feel eyes on me. I turn my head and find him staring at me. Tobias grunts and I realize he's noticed the unwanted attention, too.

"Eyes on your target, initiate," he growls causing all the other's to turn around and stare at him. "All of you." I reach out and grab his hand when they turn their focus back to the task at hand.

"How about you help Oliver and I'll give Maeve a few tips?" I say.

"Okay," he gruffly says.

"Hey! Please tell me you're not jealous."

"I am not jealous," he says. "There's something about him. I don't trust him, Tris."

"He seems harmless enough," I say even though I totally agree with his assessment. The creep factor he exudes is off the charts.

"Isn't that what I always said about Olivia and look how that turned out?" He has a valid point.

"I'll watch myself," I whisper. I get up and set my bottle of ginger ale in the chair.

"Maeve?" She whips her head around and locks eyes with me, her look dejected. "Something that helped me when I was an initiate was practicing without the knife to begin with." Her expression tells me I've confused her. I step up beside her. Luckily, she's on the end so there's room for both of us. "What I mean is I made sure my body was exactly the way Four had shown me." I make a show of positioning myself correctly. "Then I went through the motion of throwing the knife at the target for a couple minutes, imagining it hitting the target dead center before actually picking up the weapon." I inhale then make the throwing motion as I exhale a few times. "Finally, I would handle the weapon, get used to it. The last thing I did was throw." I hold my hand out and someone places a knife in it, more than likely my husband. I reacquaint myself with the weight of the blade then make my throw. It hits dead center just like I imagined. I can't help my smile. I love knife throwing.

"Tris was one of the first initiates to hit the target that year," Tobias proudly says.

"Actually, she taught me the exact same way," Ana says. "It's great advice."

"Give it a try, Maeve," I say. I step back, and she does everything I suggested, and for the first time today, she sticks the target, although it's nowhere near the center.

"Great job!" I say as I clasp her on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Tris!" she excitedly says, obviously proud of herself. I watch her hit the target a couple more times before we move down the line. Ana and Brody make minor adjustments to different initiates along the way until we reach Oliver. We all stand back and quietly observe his throws.

"Oliver, stop," Tobias exasperatedly says, shaking his head. "You're tense, you're not in line with the target, and if I'm not mistaken, you're holding your breath. You've got to relax, line yourself up correctly, and breathe through the throw. I have to tell you, knife throwing is by far the simplest task you'll learn during initiation. Now, try it again." Oliver's face goes bright pink, obviously embarrassed by the unwanted attention. He takes a couple quick breaths then hastily throws. The blade sails straight toward the bare wall, once again missing the target completely. Tobias sighs disgustedly as he stares at the ceiling, his balled-up fists resting on his hips.

"Let me try, Four," I quietly say. I step past Tobias, grazing his Amity tattoo with my fingertips. "Okay, Oliver. Did you hear me talking to Maeve about practicing your throws before actually throwing?"

"Not really," he murmurs.

"All right. Listen carefully." I proceed to tell him exactly what I told her. He hangs on my every word. "Okay, now line yourself up with the target like Brody, Ana, and Hector showed you." I stand back and realize he's still not getting it so I physically move his body into position, which isn't easy. He's like a dead weight. "Do you feel this? This is the correct position. Look at your body then look at the target. Remember this position and you'll hit the target every time." I take my hands off his hips and take a couple steps back. "Now go through the motions of throwing. This will help the movement become second nature to your muscles. Go ahead." I watch him go through the motions a few times without the knife then I look at Tobias.

"Much better, Oliver," he says. "Try it with a knife now but remember to breathe."

"Okay, Four," he says as he transfers the knife Tobias handed him to his throwing hand. He takes a deep breath and just as he releases it, he completes a throw. Unfortunately, the knife hits about three inches below the target, bounces off the wall, and skids across the floor coming to rest at my feet.

"That takes talent," I murmur under my breath, shaking my head.

"Everyone stop," Tobias frustratingly calls out, near the end of his patience. I lean over and pick up the weapon and have to fight off an unexpected wave of nausea. "Go to lunch. Be back at 1:30 sharp for fight training."

"Tris, can you show me again?" Oliver asks, a puppy dog expression on his face.

"No, just go to lunch," I murmur as I pick up my ginger ale and take a sip. His face falls, and he mopes toward the exit. We watch as the rest of the transfers pile their throwing knives on one end of the long metal table by the door Ana and Brody are leaning against then head toward the cafeteria.

"Sorry about that, guys," Tobias say. "I know it's not my place to tell them what to do but I was this close to throwing a knife at Oliver." He holds his thumb and index finger millimeters apart. "I don't want you guys thinking you aren't doing a good job because you are. Don't let his performance get you down. It doesn't reflect poorly on you. He's just a difficult case."

"I take it he's always this frustrating?" I ask as I jump up on the table next to Ana.

"Yes, he is," Brody says.

"The others seem to be doing well," I say. "Out of curiosity, what's the breakdown of transfers? I had to leave early Choosing Day because Tyler was sick, and I never thought to look."

"There are five Candor: Rose, Oliver, Arial, Desiree, and Freddy; five Erudite: Jeremy, Brandon, Cole, Eden, and Gabriella; one Amity: Maeve; and then of course we now have Hector," Ana says, looking at my ginger ale as I take another draw. I can tell she's chomping at the bit to ask me about it.

"How do they get along as a whole?" I ask.

"Remarkably well," she says. "Hector was definitely an outsider for a while but he's quite tight with Rose, Maeve, and Jeremy now."

"That's good."

"Not Oliver?" Tobias asks.

"No, Oliver is more of a … tag along," she says. Hhm.

"An outcast," I mutter. Ana and Brody both nod. "I kind of got that idea from observing him with the others just now. I find it odd that they've taken to Hector yet they let Oliver, who is by all rights 'one of their own,' sink."

"In my opinion, he doesn't do anything to belong," she says. "We included him the night we played dare for that very reason. At first, I thought it worked like it did for Rose and Maeve but he's worse than he was before. He does very little socializing."

"I don't think he's going to make it. He's by far our weakest initiate," Brody says. "His gun skills are average at best. He's thrown every single fight he's been in. I don't think he's landed a single punch beyond his first one. Now he can't hit the target the size of a person if it were two feet in front of him. I have to reiterate my belief that he's not the type of person Dauntless is looking for. I know there are no automatic cuts but I think we need to plan soon on whether we allow him to move on to phase two of training. I feel like that would be a colossal waste of everyone's time."

"So, you don't think he deserves a second chance?" Tobias asks after a couple minutes.

"Brody and I caused some trouble during our initiation. I'll be the first to admit it. We broke rules and without a second and third chance neither of us would be here right now, so we know the value of second chances," Ana says. "But we never stopped trying, Four. Oliver never started trying. It's hard to offer a second chance to someone so undeserving." This actually surprises me. I thought she of all people would favor giving Oliver as many chances as he needs to see him succeed.

"Take Hector for example," Brody says. "He's almost been more trouble than he's worth but he's still the best initiate in the class, Dauntless-born or transfer. He still needs to work on dialing back his attitude at times but at least I know that he will be a valuable member of this faction once he works through his personal demons. I see zero future here for someone who, in my opinion, has no desire to be here."

"Do either of you see any other solution besides expulsion?" I ask.

"No," Brody says at the same time Ana says, "Maybe."

"What are your thoughts?" Tobias asks her.

"Well, I saw a spark when Tris was helping him earlier that I've never seen in him before," she says. "It might not do any good but what if you talked to him, Tris. Maybe you can make a breakthrough."

"It's not her responsibility to get him through initiation," Tobias practically growls.

"Baby," I say. When he looks at me, I shake my head. I don't want him scaring one of my best friends. "She's not suggesting I take over his training."

"Oh, God. That's definitely not what I meant," she says. I can tell that she's wary of his outburst. She obviously doesn't realize that Oliver creeps us out. "He doesn't listen to me. He tolerates what Brody tells him. You scare the crap out of him, Four. But with Tris it was like seeing him take interest for the first time."

"Yeah, in my wife," he mutters, running his fingers through his hair.

"It wouldn't hurt for me to have a simple conversation with him," I say to Tobias then I look at Ana. "But I wouldn't hold my breath that it will make any difference."

"Fine, I'll let you talk to Oliver, Tris, but I will be there with you," he says. "But if I don't like how it's going, I will put a stop to it."

"You'll let me?" I cross my arms in front of my chest, my brows raised as I stare at him. He sighs knowing he just stuck his foot in his mouth.

"You're right. I'm sorry," he says. "You don't need my permission. I'm not your father."

"Damn right, you're not," I mutter. "But I will respect your wishes and not talk to him without you."

"Thank you," he says. "Ana, Brody, make sure Oliver gets any extra help he needs after Tris has spoken with him. If there's no improvement after the end of phase one, he's out. Sound like a compromise you can live with?"

"Yeah," Brody says.

"That sounds more than fair," Ana says. My stomach growls loudly. I blush when they all turn and look at me.

"Sorry but I'm hungry," I sheepishly say. It doesn't surprise me since I haven't been able to keep much of anything down for days.

"I think we're done for now," Tobias says. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than this morning that's for sure," I say. "The ginger ale is helping or the medicine Isobel gave me."

"Are you sick?" Brody asks. I look up at Tobias and he nods.

"Not in the traditional sense," I say. "I have morning sickness."

"I knew it!" Ana excitedly says as she throws her arms around me for a hug. "Congratulations! Your chair and the ginger ale gave it away."

"I knew you figured it out," I say. "It's still a little early to be announcing it, I'm nine weeks, but several people already know including the kids and they spilled the beans to Bridget earlier this week so we're announcing it to everyone soon."

"I bet they're excited," Brody says.

"They are," I say.

"Tyler wants a brother," Tobias says. "The girls insist that it needs to be another girl or they don't want anything to do with it."

"It's a big old mess," I chuckle.

"Too bad you can't give them all what they want," Ana says.

"That would be ideal," I say winking at Tobias as Brody helps Ana down off the table, our twin news still intact.

"When are you going to announce it to everyone?" Ana asks. "I'd hate to mess up and say something to the wrong person."

"At lunch," Tobias says. "I think it would be foolish not to. I'm already confused as to who knows and who's still in the dark."

"Me too," I giggle. I jump down off the table and sway into Tobias. He steadies me while he studies my face.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks.

"I got dizzy but it passed already," I say.

"Brody, Ana, why don't you start without us," Tobias says. "Tris is a little lightheaded. We'll catch up with you."

"Okay," they say.

"Come here, love," he says after they leave us alone. "You've been having such a rough go of it lately." He pulls me into his arms and hugs me tightly. I lift my chin just in time to meet his lips. Our kiss starts out slow, tender, affectionate but quickly gives was to fiery passion. I part my lips to breathe, and he slips his tongue inside and lovingly strokes it against mine. I moan as I melt into him.

"What was that for?" I ask, panting when he releases my lips.

"Do I need a reason to kiss my wife?" he asks as he puts a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

"No, of course not," I say. "You just caught me off guard."

"I like to keep you on your toes, Mrs. Eaton."

"I love you, Four," I say.

"I love you, too, my Six." He dips his head to kiss me again but my rumbling tummy stops him. "It sounds like you need food more than another kiss right now."

"I'm not stingy," I chuckle. "I'd take both."

"Come on. Time to get you fed," he says after another quick kiss. "Button and Bean are hungry."

"Yes, they are," I say, beaming up at him. We walk hand-in-hand to the cafeteria giving each other silly grins the entire way. I love this playful side of him. It's definitely a welcome change from our stressful morning. "If I wasn't so hungry, I'd take you to your old apartment."

"You would?"

"Yep! You are looking mighty fine today, Mr. Eaton." I lean in close so only he can hear. "I'm really horny right now. I hope I can make it through the afternoon. I might have to drag you to a bathroom or someplace dark and out of the way."

"You're killing me right now," he says, adjusting himself before we enter the cafeteria. "Sit and relax with our friends. I'll get us something to eat, and we'll give everyone our news when we're finished. And then if there's time, we can find a place to … scratch your itch."

"Really?" I ask, beaming up at him.

He puts his mouth against my ear and says, "You need to come?" Desperately.

"You have no idea," I say, pressing my thighs together, trying to control the ache he kindled when he kissed me.

"Well who am I to deny my wife."

"Promise?" I ask.

"Of course," he says. I go up on my tiptoes and give him a quick but fiery kiss. "Go sit down, naughty girl, before we give half the compound one hell of a show."

"Promises promises." After a couple steps I look over my shoulder and say, "I'm looking forward to our meeting, Four." I give him a saucy little wink and he shakes his head, a huge grin on his face. He mouths behave so I turn and make my way to our table, which is only half full.

"Can I ask you something?" Ana quietly says as she slides into Tobias' empty spot next to me. I'm glad for her distraction or I'd probably be a terrible grouch until Tobias and I could sneak away. "Why is Four worried about Oliver? Am I missing something?"

"It's really hard to explain, Ana," I say, "but we both don't get the best vibe from him."

"Does it have to do with the fact that he looks like your old friend, what was it Ian?"

"Al," I say.

"Oh, yeah," she says. "Sorry."

"That's all right," I mutter, weighing her question. "I guess it could. I don't know. I haven't thought of it that way before. He doesn't seem … strange to you."

"He seems lazy and unmotivated."

"I catch him watching me sometimes," I quietly add. I don't want the whole table hearing this conversation. "I don't like it."

"I get that," she says. "But you do realize you stare at him quite a bit yourself."

"I do?"

"Yeah. I'm not the only one who's noticed. Christina and Avery and even Brody and Uriah have noticed too," she says. "Maybe he's just reacting to you."

"The fact that he's so much like Al must affect me more than I realized," I say. "To be honest, when I look at him I don't see a single difference. Today proved that. Al couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with a knife and he always lit up when I gave him attention. Do you see my problem?"

"Yeah, I do," she says. "Don't take this the wrong way but are you 100% positive Al committed suicide?" I nod.

"I saw his body." I shudder remembering those horrifying details. "There's no way he could have faked that." I shake my head. "He was dead."

"What are you two whispering about?" Christina asks as she sits down beside me in her usual seat.

"Knife throwing," Ana answers, saving me from a Christina interrogation.

"Did Four have to throw knives at anyone?" she asks with a chuckle.

"Oddly enough, he wanted to," I say. She furrows her brows in confusion. "Let me put it this way; if Eric were still around, Oliver definitely would have been in front of a target this year, and I wouldn't have volunteered to take his place."

"That bad?"

"Worse." Someone clears their throats and Ana and I turn to find Tobias standing behind us.

"I'm sorry, Four. I'll move," she says as she slides off the bench. She hurries around the table and takes her regular spot beside Brody.

"Thank you," he says as he sets a plate with a hearty helping of chicken and noodles over mashed potatoes down in front of me.

"This looks good," I say. "Thank you. You know, we should get some chicken and vegetables before going home tonight. A simple Abnegation supper sounds good and it just might be the thing I'll be able to keep down. I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner."

"That's actually a good idea," he says. "Hopefully, this works for you, too. It seemed the safest choice."

"Mm," I moan around my first bite. "This is so good. You did a good job picking this out."

"I thought it looked good, too. That's why I got it," he says before taking a bite of his own. "Damn, this is good."

"I told you." Uriah drops his tray carrying three slices of Dauntless cake onto the table making me jump.

"You have enough cake, Uri?" I ask. He looks at his tray and his face twists into a grimace.

"You're probably right, Tris," he says. "I think I need another slice or two." A huge grin turns up his lips lighting up his whole face, and I can't help but roll my eyes and laugh. He loves his cake.

"When's the last time you had a physical, man," Zeke says as he and Shauna sit down. "I'm surprised you don't have diabetes with as much sugar as you eat."

"Do you guys hear that annoying buzzing sound?" Uriah asks around a mouthful if chocolate cake. "Oh wait! It's just my idiot brother."

"Hardy har har," Zeke mumbles.

"Do we need to separate you two?" Marlene asks as Shauna says, "Keep it up and I'm going to bring your Mom over here." Zeke and Uriah both flinch at that.

"You know, Zeke," Tobias says gaining the attention of his best friend, "the threat of getting your mommy shouldn't work on a grown man."

"That's the problem, Four," Shauna says, "he's not grown up yet." The whole table laughs at that dig.

"I love you, too, Sunshine," Zeke says.

"I know you do," she says as she kisses his cheek.

Conversation picks up around the crowded table while we eat our lunches. When my plate is about half empty, I push it away. One minute I'm thoroughly enjoying the scrumptious food and the next my stomach is rolling. I pick up my flat ginger ale and take a few sips, hoping the nausea calms down soon. This definitely isn't how I wanted the lunch hour to go. I wanted to jump on my husband and ride him until tomorrow, and now I'm nauseated and feeling like I've been run over by a train. This quite honestly sucks.

"Are you all right, Tris?" Ciara asks. "You kind of look green."

"I'm fine," I say.

"Can I get you something, love?" Tobias quietly asks. He puts his hand on my back and gently starts rubbing in large circles.

"I could use a fresh ginger ale," I say. "And quite possibly a nap."

"I'll get you a ginger ale," Christina says.

"Oh, love." He pulls me closer and kisses my forehead. "This is so different from last time."

"I know," I say.

"What's different from last time?" Avery asks, eyeing us suspiciously.

"Tris and I have an announcement," Tobias says. Everyone looks our way.

"I'm pregnant," I say and immediately our friends start celebrating. I'm happy they're happy but I really would love to throw up right now. "I'll be right back." I hurry to the nearest bathroom, worrying the entire way that I wouldn't make it but, thankfully, I do. Once the nausea subsides, I come out of the stall to find Christina, Ana, and Avery standing there. Avery hands me a couple wet paper towels and Christina gives me the ginger ale.

"Feeling better?" Ana asks.

"Yeah. It's just a little frustrating though," I say as I rinse out my mouth. "I should carry a toothbrush with me until the morning sickness goes away … if it ever goes away. These babies won't let me eat. I'm starving."

"Wait a minute," Christina shrieks.

"What?"

"Babies?" Ana and Avery ask at the same time. Shit! Did I just say babies?

"What?" I repeat trying to come up with a believable excuse.

"Don't what me, Beatrice Grace Eaton," Christina says, her hands on her hips. "You just said the babies won't let you eat."

"No wonder you didn't balk when I said it was too bad you couldn't give the kids what they want, a boy and a girl. You're having twins, aren't you?" I sigh, unable to hide my snafu.

"That was supposed to be a secret for a while longer," I finally say. "Yes, Four and I are nine weeks pregnant with twins. Please don't say anything to anyone." They crowd around me, giving me congratulatory hugs.

"We won't say anything, will we girls?" Avery says.

"No. We'll keep your secret," Christina says.

"Do the kids know?" Ana asks.

"Yeah they do, and they are really excited," I say. "And you're right, Ana. Ideally, we would give them a boy and a girl to keep the peace. Tyler wants to name them. If we agreed and had twin boys they would be Leonardo and Optimus Prime." They all start laughing. "And the girls like Lily and Daisy for twin girls."

"Leo and Lily would be really cute for a boy and girl," Avery says.

"I think so too but they don't start with T's."

"How about Theo and Tilly then?" Christina suggests.

"That's not bad actually," I say. "I kind of like it."

"We better get back to the rest of the group before Four sends out a search party," Ana says with a sly grin. She knows my husband well.

"Or just comes in," Avery says just as the door opens. We burst out laughing when Tobias sticks his head in the bathroom.

"What's so funny?" he gruffly asks. He's obviously worried about me and not impressed with our uncontrollable laughter.

"Ana suggested going before you sent out a search party," I say. "Then Ana said you might just come in and you did."

"I was getting worried," he says.

"I'm sorry," I say.

"We need to be getting to the training room," he says. "Lunch is over."

"Is it that time already?" Christina says. "Crap, we're late!" We file out of the bathroom and onto the Pit floor. As we approach the chasm, Purple-Hair and Snake-Tattoo approach us.

"We've been looking for you, Four," Purple-Hair says. "You, too, Tris."

"Well, I guess we'll be late for knife training, Christina," Tobias says. "If we can't make it, we'll let you know."

"Bye, guys," I say. "Please remember what we talked about."

"We promise, Tris," Avery says. "Congratulations by the way. I'll talk to you later." I get more congratulations from Ana and Christina then they leave us to our unexpected business.

"What can we do for you, guys?" I ask.

"We might have found some evidence in the chasm after all of someone falling in the morning of that fight," Snake-Tattoo says.

"We need you to take a look," Purple-Hair says.

"Of course," Tobias says. "After you."